#newblogger

Have you ever just wanted to document whatever's been going on in that little head of yours?

Well I have, which is why im here today!

I'm no special. Im just your regular teenage girl who you'd probably catch bedrotting for the billionth time.

I'd say that my life is a somewhat of a boring adventure but make it exciting. I wanna make my thoughts into some kind of dramatic show where I could hopefully make them more... interesting.

So in my blog, ThingsByL, I wanna talk about all the little whims my brain could think or come up with.

Fashion, music, books, clothes, romance, life advice, iconic quotes, diary entries or just silly little thoughts of mine... These are all things you may find on my blog.

I want my page to be relatable, fun, and of course, aestheticly pleasing to look at.

Anyways, I hope this blog will bring some comfort in my chaotic life and hopefully be a safe place for me and to my dear readers.

Lets make some great memories together

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hello!! im sumi and ive randomly decided to start a miniblog on tumblr. a lot of my posts will consist of a bunch of nonesense, like the things that happen in my day-to-day life. OR, i'll go find a random prompt on pinterest. im still fairly new to the app, so tips regarding on how to use tumblr would be greatly appreciated! :p

a few things to know about me:

im an infp 4w5 AND a pisces (interesting combo i know)

i speak mostly english

an absolute stardew valley and bsd enthusiast (and many more shows and games)

my hobbies lean into creating stuff (drawing, editing, etc.)

mitski has been my top artist for 3 yrs straight (broke the record last yr)

andd i think that should be it..

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Stories are like magic—sometimes they shift, bend, and bloom into unexpected shapes. ✨

The Moonwhisper family has taken root in a new timeline. In this thread of the story, both of Sylva’s grandparents are still alive in Henford-on-Bagley. Rowan, the fae patriarch, and Ivy, the wise Spellcaster matriarch, raised their daughter Elowen in their cottage. Elowen kept her family name when she married Callum Thorne, and together they had two daughters: pink-haired Sylva, born a fairy, and her spellcaster little sister, Elara.

In this world, Sylva grew into herself differently. She pursued her studies, earning degrees in Biology and Physics, becoming a Master Apothecary. She met and fell in love with Frederick Greenbriar, a verdant soul tied to the plants and wild earth. Their love blossomed quickly, and soon after they welcomed their first child, Aurelia, a fairy infant with her mother’s spark.

But magic—and life—rarely follow a perfect path. Freddy’s heart wavered, and moments of betrayal shook the family’s roots. Sylva’s trust cracked when she caught him flirting not just with strangers, but with those closest to her. It was a painful fracture that changed everything.

And yet… Sylva and Freddy have not given up. They left the family cottage, seeking a place of their own where they could rebuild. Together they’ve opened a new chapter: a sprawling tavern with an Apothecary stall, a bed-and-breakfast tucked behind, and even a wedding venue waiting for its day of joy.

She’s here.

Seraphina Moonwhisper has arrived—soft, perfect, and green. 💚

The moment I saw her tiny face, I think my heart grew roots and wrapped itself around her forever. She’s swaddled in the soft moss-green blanket Grandma Ivy made years ago, and she looks like she was born from the forest itself—skin like spring leaves, the faintest shimmer when the light hits her just right. Even her little hair fuzz has a deep green tint, as if she’s been kissed by every vine and meadow in Innisgreen.

Freddy was speechless at first. He just stared at her with wide eyes, his hands trembling when he reached to hold her. Then, in the quietest voice, he whispered, “She’s perfect… she’s mine.” I’ve never seen him look so proud—or so completely smitten.

Aurelia peeked over from my lap, curious but not quite sure what to make of her new sister yet. She tried to reach out and pat Seraphina’s blanket, and then promptly decided she’d rather tug on my braid instead. (We’ll work on the big sister thing.)

The air in the cottage feels different tonight—warmer, fuller, humming with magic. Seraphina hasn’t even been here for a whole day, and already it feels like she’s always been part of us.

I can’t stop staring at her. Her tiny fingers curl like the tips of new ferns. Her breathing is soft and steady, like the rhythm of rain on leaves. She smells like fresh earth after a storm.

Welcome home, my little forest sprite. 🌱 You were always meant to be here.

—Sylva

Moonwood Mill – Full Moon Aftermath

I knew the change was coming. I could feel it crawling under my skin in the days leading up to the full moon—like a wild heartbeat echoing louder with each passing hour. But nothing, nothing, could’ve prepared me for how it actually felt when the wolf inside me took over.

It was chaos.

Not just the breaking of bones or the stretch of skin, though that part was... primal. Brutal. It was the rage. The fury boiled up so fast I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even see straight. I remember knocking over trees. Scratching the rocks. Howling so loud it echoed off the cliffs and came back sounding like someone else.

I couldn’t calm down.

Until Rory.

I don’t know what made her come running—instinct maybe. Or fate. Maybe both. One second I was on the edge of losing myself completely... and then she was there. Her eyes locked on mine and the world tilted. She didn’t speak. She just stepped closer, slowly, and reached out with this kind of quiet certainty like she knew I wouldn’t hurt her.

And I didn’t.

The moment her hand touched me, it was like the fire inside me had somewhere to go. I could feel it drain out through that touch, like she’d grounded me. My claws retracted, my breath slowed, and I shifted back—shaking, dazed, but me.

We still have a long way to go. We're both hot-headed and our fury spikes faster than we want it to, but we’re learning—together. I’m still the Omega in the Wildfangs, but I’m not staying there. Rory’s the Alpha and I’m fighting my way to Beta, right beside her.

The pack calls me “Runt” now.

They won’t for long.